Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Watching the disappearing Has, Richard remained calm and unruffled. A layer of black scales quickly sprouted over his body, and he raised his forearms in front of his face.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

A fist covered in black fur collided with Richard's arms, generating a shockwave that instantly stirred up a whirlwind and kicked up a cloud of dust.

"Those dragon eyes of yours... are quite special, huh?"

Has's voice was somewhat muted, and at this moment, his body was already covered in black fur, his eyes turning into the green of a wild beast's.

He, too, was an Alchemy Wizard with Bloodline Alchemy.

"That's high praise, your Bloodline Alchemy formula is not simple either," Richard replied with a composed expression.

After activating his bloodline, Has's speed had increased to a terrifying degree. If not for Richard's dynamic vision from his dragon eyes, he would have nearly lost sight of Has's figure.

Each side verbally acknowledging the other's ability, they once again engaged in combat.

Has's movements were agile and nimble, but his strikes were fierce and powerful, each one stirring up a wind strong enough to tear human skin. As for Richard, relying on his Dragon Transformation Battle Body, his strengthened bones and muscles sturdily blocked all of Has's attacks.

Thuds continued to ring out through the air.

There wasn't much difference in their physiques; if anything, Richard had a slight edge.

If Has wanted to win, he would have to exploit the difference in their combat experience to make Richard reveal a flaw and thereby achieve victory.

But Richard was aware of this too, so he continued to defend methodically and calmly. Even when he saw Has expose an obvious flaw, he pretended not to notice.

He was like a rock amidst the storm, unmovable no matter how fierce the wind and rain.

After all, in physical combat, it's often the aggressor who expends more energy. As long as he could hold out, it was only a matter of time before Has would reveal a true flaw.

Thump, thump, thump...

In the Duel Arena, the air was filled with continuous shockwaves. Has's figure, like a ghostly apparition, kept flashing around Richard, his palms now turned into black claws armored with bone. Every swipe of these Bone Claws carried a terrifying cold light, while in the air, a faint fragrance imperceptibly enveloped Richard.

Richard stood unshaken, blocking with his scale-covered forearms with precise timing.

On the rare occasions he made a mistake, the injuries he sustained healed quickly.

Richard's Black Knight bloodline formula boasted top-tier recovery abilities among formulas at the same level.

Jimmy, spectating from the sidelines, waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept the dust away cleanly.

"Ahhh, what a passionless fight," Jimmy commented as he shook his head watching the two combatants in the arena.

Every Wizard's fighting style varies according to their Combat System. And Has and Richard both embodied the cautious combat style that Jimmy least enjoyed.

Such Wizards often adopt a more conservative battle strategy, with fighting that's all about calculation and devoid of any passion.

Nevertheless, Jimmy harbored no prejudice against this style of fighting; in fact, he adopted the same approach during the Plane Wars.

But this style of fighting... it's just not entertaining in the Duel Arena.

"You two, testing each other out like this, who knows till when it will last. Our time for fighting is also limited; you must finish your battle within the first twenty minutes before the Duel Arena opens tomorrow," Jimmy interjected with a reminder.

Given Richard and Has's strength, if they didn't get serious, they could maintain eighty percent of their condition even after three days and nights of fighting.

But the Duel Arena couldn't afford to let them drag it out.

In the Duel Arena, even after hearing Jimmy's words, the two Wizards' fighting styles remained unchanged.

But only they knew that their contest had already begun.

"The poison resistance from the Dragon Transformation is indeed strong. I've already injected so much venom, and this Richard still shows no signs of poisoning."

Has watched Richard; each interaction of his pitch-black Bone Claws stirred a fragrant breeze.

And this fragrance was also a part of his attack.

His bloodline formula incorporated the bloodline of a creature called the Musk Magic Clam, which upon maturity, could secrete a poison potent enough to incapacitate third-level creatures. This poison easily volatilized, and the volatilized Poison would emit a strange fragrance.

This scent could also poison Wizards.

Currently, Richard was surrounded by this strange fragrance, and Has, through his attacks, had already injected a considerable amount of venom into Richard.

Another Second Ring Wizard would have already collapsed from the poison by now, but Richard was still blocking his attacks calmly, showing no sign of poisoning in his defense.

Has attributed all this to the benefits of the Dragon Transformation.

"Neurotoxins potent enough to surpass even the Sweetheart I use for training. But unfortunately, after years of training, I have developed a certain degree of Magic Resistance against most toxins. Combined with the Poison Resistance from my Magic Dwarf bloodline and a hundred and twelve points in Physique, this amount of toxin is far from sufficient."

Richard watched Has, fully aware of what the other was thinking. Bearing such potent toxins, it was hard for a Wizard not to become dependent on that method.

And that was precisely Has's flaw.

Hum!

The black Bone Claws, tearing through the air, went straight for Richard's face. Richard raised his arms, firmly blocking the Bone Claws from reaching him.

Suddenly, Richard's body twitched slightly.

Though the twitch was faint, it happened to disrupt Richard's rhythm of defense.

Upon seeing this, Has's heart leapt with joy.

"Finally, the poison's taken effect!"

Then he saw Magic Power surge within his body, and a plethora of Runes suddenly appeared on his pair of Bone Claws.

"It's over, Richard."

Has spoke in a deep voice as his pitch-black Bone Claws pierced through Richard's defense, aiming straight for his chest, much like the scythe of the Death God come to harvest souls from legend.

However, as expected, the battle was over.

"Indeed, it's over."

The next moment, Has saw his Bone Claws precisely blocked, while a fist steadily grew larger in his field of vision.

Boom!

Has's figure was blasted away, his right Bone Claw dripping with blood.

In the last moments, Has desperately used his right hand to block Richard's punch.

But at this moment, he was wide open.

Richard took advantage of the situation to rush in front of Has, throwing punches left and right, the Beng Stone Fist he learned from Changshan Temple, raining down on Has like a storm.

Take advantage of your enemy's illness to take their life, this is the unchanging truth in combat.

But Has did not betray the battle experience Jimmy cited when introducing him.

After being counterattacked by Richard, Has quickly stabilized his footing.

Black bone Scale Armor instantly spread across his entire arm, with intricate Runes emerging within. Each time they collided with Richard's fist, these Runes deflected the power of Richard's punches.

For a time, Richard's fists could not inflict any damage on Has.

The situation reversed once again.

Richard was no Has, seizing an opportunity to kick someone when they were down he could do, but when it came to a straight fight, his combat experience was far less than Has's.

A moment's inattention could reveal a flaw.

Has looked at Richard, grinned, blood trickling from his forehead and across the corner of his mouth, his serrated white teeth carrying a bloodthirsty intent.

Just wait until I find the flaw, and then you'll see...

Bang!

A Spiritual Shock hit Has, instantly dulling his consciousness.

What's this with a spiritual attack? I thought we had agreed on a physical brawl?

The next moment, he heard Richard's calm voice.

"Changshan Fist Intent, please enlighten me."

Fist Intent?

Has was taken aback, what the hell is that...

Jimmy, watching from below the stage, heard Richard's words and waved at Has to signal that it was okay.

He knew that Richard had acquired a secret transmission known as Changshan Fist Intent, and this combination of physical and spiritual attacks was something he too was capable of, not particularly rare.

The bewildered Has, seeing Jimmy's signal, had no choice but to meet the challenge.

He had not seen this method before and did not know what other tricks Richard had up his sleeve; now he could only continue to defend.

Relying on his rich combat experience and the fact that Richard's Changshan Fist Intent was just an introduction, Has's defense was watertight. Together with the Runes on his arms, he resembled a slippery rock slicked with butter.

Not only was it tough, but it was also slippery.

Facing this situation, Richard felt helpless in his heart.

He had used up all his tricks apart from the Mountain Breaking Fist, but Has stood unshaken.

If this stalemate continued, once Has realized that was all he had, victory would slip out of Richard's hands.

"Sigh, whatever, I came to fight to master Mountain Breaking Fist, and even if I lose using Solid Fist, it doesn't matter."

With that thought, Richard's internal energy cycled differently, and he threw a punch with a boom.

Bang!

Has remained as steadfast as before, the power of the punch still largely dissipated by the Runes.

If one hadn't mastered the Solid Fist, it would be nothing more than a slightly more powerful Beng Stone Fist.

At this moment, Richard didn't think too much; since he had put winning or losing out of his mind, he decided to treat Has as a wooden stake to see if there were any tricks to using the Mountain Breaking Fist against an enemy.

Bang, bang, bang...

Richard's fists pounded against Has repeatedly, but they always met with Has's solid defense.

Has had already noticed Richard had switched combat skills, but out of caution, he still chose to defend.

While Richard's new combat skills were powerful, they also consumed an incredible amount of energy. With such frenzied usage, all he needed to do was wait for Richard to reveal a flaw.

Bang!

Richard threw another punch, the rebound force flowing up his arm and dispersing into his body instantaneously.

This was a defensive technique of the Mountain Breaking Fist, capable of dispersing force into nothingness.

But this time, Richard felt a different sensation.

Within this rebound force, he sensed a rhythm.

Suddenly, Richard had an epiphany.

"So this is it, this is how it is."

Having said that, Richard swung out with a punch, but this time there was an unstoppable force behind his fist, coupled with a subtle change.

Bang!

Has's body suddenly flew backward, and the Rune Bone Armor he used for defense now bore a bloody fist print; the bone armor beneath the print was smashed to pieces by the punch.

"What crap about the breath of mountains, it's just resonance. These mountain Dwarves, due to their bloodline connection with the mountains, can quickly find the resonating feedback from stones. I don't have the bloodline of a mountain Dwarf, and yet I've been practicing against stones...

Ha ha ha, I truly was an idiot!"

Richard laughed heartily as he looked at his fist, his Mountain Breaking Fist had reached an introduction level.

Has got up from the edge of the Duel Arena, the fist print on his arm slowly healing.

"I concede," Has said in a low voice.

Without risking their lives, he was no match for Richard's Changshan Fist Intent and Mountain Breaking Fist.

Richard bowed slightly to him:

"I was just lucky. The Master's combat skills are masterful, I hope to have a battle with the Master again next time."

As the victor, it is still necessary to make some polite remarks.

Jimmy, looking at this sudden turnaround in the fight, couldn't help but shake his head.

That's how cautious fighters are, as soon as they find they can't cope, they immediately concede.

"Alright, now I declare, the winner of this fight is Richard!"